Chapter 90 Wu Xianchen... perhaps... she has a child...
The Fuyou Palace was gloomy. Shen Wuke was a place with rugged terrain that rarely saw the sun. For some reason, after the succession ceremony, it rained for two or three days in a row.
It's not very big, but it drizzles and patters there all day and night, never stopping.
"What's wrong? You look down."
Shen Jiuxu grabbed Jiang Yu's wrist, pulled him over from the drafty window, and held him in his arms. "Wearing such thin clothes and standing in the wind, you'll catch a cold."
"Not that weak."
Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at him. "Didn't I receive a letter from an old friend a few days ago? I haven't seen him since. I feel like something's off, I have a bad feeling about this."
"It's probably because your cultivation has improved too quickly these past few days, and your body can't handle it all at once."
Shen Jiuxu's words were not unfounded. For some reason, in Shen Wuke's place, which was probably Wangjiangyu, as soon as he arrived, spiritual energy surged into him like an endless spring.
So much so that Shen Jiuxu felt that Jiang Yu's hands always felt smooth and slippery to the touch, and when spiritual energy filled his hands, it was like a fish blowing bubbles, making a long, gurgling sound.
Jiang Yu listlessly rested her head on his lap. "Maybe so. It wasn't like this before, but ascension probably won't be that fast."
"Then...maybe it is—"
"You have a child?"
Shen Jiuxu's voice lowered considerably. Although he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't help teasing Jiang Yu, "If it really were, Young Master Jiang, what name do you think would be suitable for him?"
Jiang Yu blushed, his ears burning. He threw the pillow in his hand at Shen Jiuxu, saying, "All you do is talk nonsense all day long."
He turned away, no longer feeling gloomy. He picked up the sword and ran to the backyard. His movements were graceful and elegant. The sword energy he wielded pierced the silent and stagnant air, and bamboo leaves fell to the ground, piling up into a thick ball.
Shen Jiuxu laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, and even fell onto the couch. His laughter carried through the half-open window, and Jiang Yu heard it clearly. His face turned red, and he wished he could stuff cotton into his ears.
This person has really learned a lot of bad habits from Lian Quesheng.
All he ever does is tease him. Jiang Yu squatted down, and Xian Chen fell to the ground with a "thud." He covered his face with his hands and felt a burning sensation. If there had been a hole in the ground, Young Master Jiang would probably have crawled into it long ago.
It's so embarrassing.
How could this person say such a thing so calmly? It's utterly shameless and brazen.
"Hahaha...hahahaha—"
Shen Jiuxu was still laughing when Jiang Yu angrily threw Xian Chen over, which slammed straight into the door and then fell to the ground with a "thud".
It took him a lot of effort to calm himself down. He straightened the wrinkles in his clothes, pushed open the door and went in. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror with feigned composure. Shen Jiuxu was leaning against the pillow he had just thrown at him, looking at him with a light and indifferent gaze.
Jiang Yu's heart was pounding so hard that he could feel the throbbing in his throat. He reached out and touched his neck, but when he caught Shen Jiuxu's gaze, he suddenly remembered something.
"I... I'll go out for a bit."
"Brother Jiang Yu, won't you let anyone accompany you?"
"...Go practice your sword."
He couldn't take it anymore, feeling like he was about to be swallowed whole. It wasn't until he left the Fuyou Palace and a cool breeze blew on his face that the burning sensation and redness subsided a little.
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yu rallied and continued walking forward. The disciples of Shen Wuke immediately lit up when they saw him, first hiding tremblingly behind the trees and glancing at him from afar.
As the person approached, they suddenly snapped out of their daze, put on a serious training expression, and stared at Jiang Yu, saying in unison, "Young Master Jiang."
Jiang Yu nodded. "Hello."
"Is Young Master Jiang going out?"
A man with a tiger-like head and a round face scratched his head, his sword still hovering in mid-air. He was Shen Wuke's newly accepted disciple, and had only been there for a year. He had heard that Jiang Yu and Baiyue Zhenren's disciple Shen Jiuxu were very close. However, although Shen Jiuxu was Baiyue Zhenren's favorite disciple, he rarely came back, and they had never seen Shen Jiuxu before.
As a result, Jiang Yu became someone who lived in their imagination.
"Young Master Jiang, may we take a look at your sword?" The man was Qian Zhou, who looked at Jiang Yu cautiously, thinking that he was not as cold and aloof as the legends said.
Jiang Yu hadn't had much contact with these people. Lian Quesheng was the oldest among them. Although Shen Jiuxu was younger than him, he was much more mature and didn't seem young at all.
These people were clearly a few years younger than him, and when Jiang Yu spoke to them, he always felt he needed to convey the maturity and composure of an elder.
"Xian Chen, come out."
Xian Chen, inside the Fuyou Palace, suddenly soared into the air and instantly found the person by following the path of Jiang Yu's spiritual power. She fawned over a sword face that gleamed with silver light, "Master, you were looking for me!"
Qian Zhou and the disciples behind him stared wide-eyed. This sword had a sword spirit; it could even speak. No wonder it was the sword of the renowned Young Master Jiang.
This sword is really impressive!
Even if one's swordsmanship is mediocre and one's sword moves are limited, one can still awe the world with just one sword!
Jiang Yu slightly raised his chin, gesturing to Xian Chen. Xian Chen, confused, turned in the direction Jiang Yu pointed, and then—
A group of disciples were staring at it intently!
Xian Chen straightened up immediately, but unexpectedly, the next second he was picked up by the disciples, who pressed their faces against his cold sword hilt, as if they wanted to set him on fire.
"Xian Chen—"
"It really is Xian Chen, the Xian Chen Sword—"
"If I could be chosen by the Xianchen Sword even once in my life, it would be worth dying on the spot!"
The sword turned red and was praised so much that it almost gave them a performance on the spot. Unfortunately, its owner was obviously still immersed in the previous memories and did not notice the sword's celebration.
"Young Master Jiang, may I try using the Xianchen sword?" Qian Zhou asked tentatively. He loved the sword so much that he couldn't bear to part with it. He just regretted that he was born at the wrong time and hadn't found the sword before Jiang Yu.
"Um."
Xian Chen had the illusion that he had been sold by his master.
The weather had cleared up considerably, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, shining on the earth. Qian Zhou squinted as he looked at Jiang Yu standing in the shade of a tree, momentarily dazed.
He gripped the sword hilt firmly in his hand, and as he swung the blade, with a "crack," all the beautiful fantasies he had previously imagined vanished.
This sword is too heavy.
Although Qian Zhou has only been in Shen Wuke for a year, he is considered diligent. His cultivation level is among the top of the newly accepted disciples. He can also do a decent job of small tasks such as practicing swordsmanship and going down the mountain to catch demons.
Unexpectedly, he picked up Xian Chen with great confidence, but before he could even use a single sword move, his arm became unbearably sore, his muscles spasmed so much that he frowned and bit his lip hard.
Finally, Xian Chen gloriously slipped out of his grasp. It was an utter disgrace!
When Xian Chen was standing on the ground, Qian Zhou didn't pay much attention to it. But when he lifted it up, he realized its true weight.
It was as if they had both been deceived; Xian Chen was utterly despondent, and Qian Zhou looked on incredulously.
He remembered that Jiang Yu had wielded the sword quite easily when he fought with Elder Lian before! How come it was completely different when it came to his own hands?
This doesn't seem right.
"Young Master Jiang...may I give it a try?"
“Yes, Young Master Jiang, I also want to try it. Is this sword really that heavy? I’ve never heard of it before.” The disciples behind Qian Zhou were all eager to try, rubbing their hands together.
"Give it a try!"
Qian Zhou looked back at Xian Chen with resentment, reluctantly giving up his spot and squatting down where he had been practicing horse stance, his eyes fixed on the disciples who wanted to try.
"--ah--"
Qian Zhou remembered that person; he was tall and his waist was as thick as a water bucket. A disciple had seen him before; he could lift a stone weighing several hundred kilograms with his bare hands.
"call--"
The man exerted all his strength, and the veins on his face and neck bulged, showing a clear bluish-purple hue under his thin skin.
Xian Chen was lifted high and held horizontally in the air, but before he could even swing it, the sword fell down again. Jiang Yu reacted quickly and pulled him back, preventing him from being hit by Xian Chen.
"careful."
Jiang Yu released his sleeve, picked up Xian Chen with one hand, and handed the sword to another disciple, saying, "Didn't you want to try it too?"
"Thank you so much, Young Master Jiang."
Qian Zhou and the disciple who had just taken the sword looked at each other in disbelief. Neither of them could believe that the sword was actually as heavy as a thousand pounds. Young Master Jiang looked like a weak scholar, but they never expected him to be so strong.
A disciple managed to lift the Xian Chen, but he could only swing it a couple of times before his arms went numb from exhaustion, and in the end, the Xian Chen returned to Jiang Yu's hands.
"Young Master Jiang, I really didn't expect this sword to be so heavy!" Qian Zhou exclaimed. "Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover. Xian Chen looks light and sharp enough to cut paper, but I didn't expect it to be such a heavy sword, even heavier than a knife."
"Young Master Jiang, could you please perform a sword dance for us? I've heard for a long time that your swordplay is as graceful and elegant as a dragon in flight, but I've never had the chance to witness it in person."
"Young Master Jiang, please give us some pointers. I'd like to participate in the sect competition in a few years, and I hope I won't embarrass Shen Wuke."
Jiang Yu was lifted onto the high platform, unable to move forward or backward, with pairs of bright and expectant eyes watching him.
Jiang Yu had no choice but to agree. He stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight. The sunlight made his skin appear even more radiant and fair. His tall and slender waist was wrapped in layers of exquisite fabric, and even the ordinary jade pendant looked incredibly noble on him.
"Great! Long live Young Master Jiang!" "Long live Young Master Jiang!"
Xian Chen's silver-white sword blade was faintly visible through his light blue robes. At times, the sharp sword wind swept through the open space where they practiced swordsmanship, heading straight for the trumpet creeper flowers clinging to the wall at the very back.
The petals swayed slightly, while the rocks beside him exploded with a "boom." His swordplay was so well controlled that Qian Zhou was so engrossed that he didn't even blink until the wind blew his hair around his ears, bringing him back to his senses.
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Author's Note: Xian Chen: I think I've been sold. Can I get money back? [Question mark]
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